Tracing The Destiny Of Anonymous Masses

Dídac Barcelona, Spain www.didacpintor.com

There are things that don’t want to be written, pages that are more loved when they remain without signs. Each time has its own way of resistance in favor of silence and oblivion. For this reason Walter Benjamin pointed out the struggle in honoring the memory of anonymous people, which is why history should focus precisely on these individuals. The artist, who is the one who isn’t anonymous, should echo this invitation as well.

Dídac could have become mute, swallowed by the noise of his time. He’s an artist whose work has, until now, remained small and anonymous, but which has a forcefulness and necessity that doesn’t leave anyone indifferent. For him letters are bodies. Anonymous people. Cadavers with life. In a way, the act of making a letter appear and the gesture of drawing it rummage through the mystery of water fused with fire (as in human physiology, that is, as in blood). It is about blowing on Hebrew scripture. I would say that is what Dídac does after having made it exist. A dissemination, a spreading, a diaspora. It is not like the flowers which the summer has dried and that open in perfect spheres, feathers that the wind can blow, but each letter is in its own way strange, wandering, misplaced. The artist faces his own dislocation with the letters he makes migrate. Sovereignty will now be in perpetual exile.

Text by the artist